|
Return of the missing son
Silvan had been absent for the longest time having slipped out in the darkest of nights he traveled alone without the usual escort of guards he vanished into the darkness drawn by dreams of a raven and a wolf circling a girl no older than ten winters with hair like fire he could not fathom.He had wandered deep into the wild and untamed lands of the Kingdom of Bloodmoon and even delved deep within long lost caverns that stretched like an ancient network long since forgotten. He was young, perhaps too young for such adventure to some though he had no choice when he was called by dreams and by a calling of his heart. He had been gone for over a turning of the seasons and most likely presumed him dead or lost for all time.
In truth deep within the ancient ruins of the ancient fallen kingdom he had found an old man that had claimed to have been waiting for him for over a generation. Here under the dark halls he spent days and night in darkness learning the ways of not only the sword but the ways of war. Here he trained in ways long since lost as he learned not only how to fight the evils of men but he learned how to to hunt monsters and dark beasts most of which believed to be nothing but a myth.In addition to learning the was of this ancient rite he was sent yet deeper and deeper to seek another mentor this time a young girl that seemed to be younger than he she had hair like fire and was far more beautiful than even the dreams had portrayed her. Despite her beauty she held a dark and haunted look to her eyes as she taught Silvan the ways of ancient magiks long erased from history.
So as the sun began to rise three days shy of his naming day Silvan rode a jet black steed back through the lands of his birth. Though still he looked a boy to an that lay eyes upon him though any that looked closer would see the difference in him. The most obvious change was that he carried two short sword's strapped along his back one crafted of steel the second forged of solid silver. Beyond that and the ragged cloak that swept behind him that seemed to shift color making it hard for the mortal eye to follow his movements and the new strip of silver white hair that fell from his brow. As he rode through the gates of a distant city far to the edge of the of Bloodmoon even those that recognized him saw changes deeper his eyes held a golden hew within them and his once joyous and infectious smile was erased from his face replaced with a grim and dark demeanor along with a scar that ran from his forehead past his left eye and along his cheek.
Making his way through the streets he heard a commotion coming from one of the backstreets. Though most seemed to be working hard to ignore it even the city guards averted their gaze and ignored as a young woman screamed. Sliding from his horse that he rode without saddle or tack. moving towards the alley he could see two burly men each bearing a tattoo of a star on their cheek. They barred his way arms crossed as behind them he saw a third man wrestling to pin a young common girl, Silvan spoke his tone was soft yet laced with ice,
"You will step aside and let me pass.." The one man laughed as the other spat at his feet, "Fuck off kid this be no business of yours."Silvan was unfazed as he stood before both the older and larger males,
"All that happens within this land is my concern particularly that of justice I give you a last warning step aside or I shall have to make you." The one bald thug snarled as he pulled a large club from his belt still covered in blood, He turned to the other man "I got this pissant ya hear.." The other man simply grunted in response.
"You are an arrogant little guttershite arn't ya think you can make us move huh..try it.." Silvan smiled as he reached to his shoulder and unslung his sword of steel, it was light and held a burning light to it's edge the blade emblazoned with ancient runes that seemed to glisten.
"Well cannot say I did not warn you though if you wish to dance so be it.." The second thug just smirked as his friend snarled and lashed out with his club only to find the spot where the boy had been empty as he swung his club. Instead Silvan had darted under the swing all the man had seen was a silvery flash and noticed blood dripping from the boy's sword looking down the thug noticed that the youth's blade torn through his abdomen tearing the leather armor he wore like it was butter. Dropping to his knees shock still on his face as he fought to hold his guts within his body in vain. The second thug grabbed Silvan one large hand grabbing his shoulder yet in a blur of motion his color shifting cloak blurring as Silvan danced under his grip once more his blade flashed and this time severed the fool's arm at the wrist as the hardened man screamed as his blood gushed everywhere. Silvan showed no emotion as he stepped past the men and into the alley. He got his first look at the graying thug who was undoing his belt having finally pinned the girl and torn her dress open.Turning to see Silvan and then his two men slumped to the walls he snarled,
"What the fuck do you think you are do..." He was cut off as Silvan began to speak approaching slowly his blade lowered as blood ran from it. The black raven on the hilt now visible as the blade runes glowed as they drank down the blood. "You are hereby found guilty of crimes against this Kingdom and shall be judged how do you plead." The thug shoved the girl into the dirt pulling a throwing knife from his belt he hurled it at Silvan. With a quick reflex he the boy swept his blade and the dagger was deflected slamming into the stone wall.
"Fuck you, you son of a whore I will gut you or maybe il have you take her place as my bitch.." As the thug closed his fists Silvan saw he had no weapon and struck his own sword into he ground.
"So be it you wish to do this the hard way..Works for me." The older man laughed and swung a punch square at the sde of Silvan's jaw though the boy grabbed his wrist and with a sharp twist pulled him off balance as he delivered a kick to his knee. He heard the man growl as the bones in his knee crunched as he slumped.
"What the fuck are you.." Silvan smiled faintly yet a dark haunting smile, "I am your judgement.." As the thug lashed out again Silvan danced under the blow and stuck the other knee sending the man to the floor.As he tried to drag himself up he went for a long knife tucked in his boot swinging it only to have Silvan bring his heel down on his wrist. once again the man cried in pain yet unrelenting Silvan picked up the knife kneeling over the prone man his knee in his spine as he took the dagger to his throat and without another word slowly sliced his throat open as blood gushed over his hands. Silvan turned to the girl who was still sobbing in the corner,
"Go home..." she whimpered and fled no doubt to tell any that would listen of what happened, Silvan wiped off the knife and stuck it in his own boot finding it to be good steel. He then returned to his sword and retrieved it stepping over the bodies his face a mask of icy calm.
|
